Herring (the plastic, anatomically-incorrect version) is all over Edinburgh. On walls, lampposts, on doors and street corners. But there he is silent. He isn’t silent at the Underbelly. In fact he talks at an astonishing rate, barely stopping to breathe while relating his findings about the general public’s genitals. Never afraid to undermine his meticulously scripted diatribe against judgement and fear with a crowd-pleasing gag or extended dissection of his own material; this is stand-up going above and beyond the call of duty. While it’s impossible to know if there was enlightenment mingled with the audience’s laughter, at least one thing’s certain: they’ll never look at jelly carefully spooned into a toilet roll the same way again.